Friday, April 11, 2014

When I Get on My Knees and Lick Her Hand She Screams

For the first time in months a Thursday night Thursday Night Pints. We talked about Napoleon and rabies. The mind is weird, I said. Every year during the first two weeks of pollen's return I get slight allergy symptoms - my nose gets stuffed while I sleep, I blow technicolor snot in the morning - while my body adjusts to pollen then returns to normal. I know this. It happens every year. And I know that the odds that the cat that bit Napoleon had rabies are 100,000 to 1 and I know that even if the cat that bit Napoleon did have rabies the odds that rabies in Napoleon would have reached his salivary glands this soon are 1,000,000 to 1 and even if the rabies had reached his salivary glands he would either need to bite me or lick an open wound on me, which he hasn't, but when I blew my technicolor snot into a paper towel this morning I thought, fuck, rabies. L said, why not just get the shots for peace of mind? I might, I said, as much for others' peace of mind as my own.

K asked, so are you really going to reengage with the clusterfuck? We had been talking about how all the NSA/Snowden noise has ceased now that the noise's value to Power has accrued to Power (as I and probably everyone who reads this blog predicted). The mind is weird, I said. Every year during the first two weeks of
pollen's return I get slight allergy symptoms - my nose gets stuffed
while I sleep, I blow technicolor snot in the morning - while my body
adjusts to pollen then returns to normal. I know this. It happens every
year. And I know that the odds that any action I take has any effect other than a self-congratulatory moral boost is a trillion to one, but when I blew my technicolor snot into a paper towel this morning I thought, fuck, fucking fine metaphors abound.

For those following the Napoleon story: the Animal Control officer cancelled his Friday morning visit to the house. I'm going to drive out to the new Animal Control headquarters in Redland (where Kobin Rlippel grew up, or One of Four in her Borglandru designation) and get much needed information.

the convex is a good reminder ..of a screen saver mirror , haven't listened to yet / mine here is of a cotton doll with eye glasses drawn on with stitches , , hair in some confusion of what to do with ,of the growing out for the first time in more than thirty five years of this long boat fro ,pin here pin there of mine ,of the doll just a rub of the hay ,sniffle , and now of the suggest of a summer dress ..of my other occup a tion , one for one of my drs with out ..,eau dr., as well as my own dress with tell , she's just left for a yr of living in africa ,after the past few of ..way up north , / lick